I survived breast cancer and should be thriving. But it’s not so simple. (The Lily/Washington Post)

“I think we can confidently say that you’re experiencing a major depressive episode,” my doctor recently told me during our virtual appointment, after listening to me describe my mood and asking me standard screening questions for depression. We made a plan to change my antidepressant and add more sessions with my therapist. “We’ll get you better soon,” she said. “I promise.”

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.